(before we begin, a couple notes
1. the reason we had such a long hiatus is because my laptop that had ALL my notes and scenarios on it crashed so it took a long time to re-write and recover it all.
2. a quick note on damage: There are three levels of damage, bashing, lethal, and agrivated. Your health boxes fill up as you take damage and when you fill up with one level then any further damage upgrades to the next level.
Bashing: this is blunt damage (at DM discression) if your boxes fill up with bashing damage i will start imposing penalties for your rolls but you char will still be walking out of the situation
Lethal: this is cutting, piercing etc. if your boxes fill up with lethal damage your character will fall unconscious until you get medical attention
Agrivated: This is things like acid, explosions, special weaknesses. if your boxes fill up with agrivated your dead without divine intervention on the part of the DM, you can make a new char if this happens but your previous char will die.
With those notes out of the way lets get on with the post!)
It was, so clear in fact he could see the bottom of the pool was a basin of quartz crystal carved in the surface was a swirling pattern that seemed to draw him in. He saw faces, heard people talking but it all came in a hazy blur that made his head ache but as he pulls back he has the oddest feeling he’s gained something.
(max takes one point of bashing damage, but gains a secret ability to be revealed in private chat)
Not carefully enough though. The sandy gravel that made up the ground of the path gave away under him after only a few steps, sending him falling to the bottom 15 feet down. As he lay there dazed on the ground he found himself staring into the face of a doll. a rag doll with really long red hair crowned with silvery silk moonflowers, wearing in a dress of layers of pastel and off-white gossamer fabrics. Its iridescent aqua eyes were made of beads carve like leaves and though Andrew knew it was just a doll he couldn’t shake the feeling it was watching him.
(Andrew takes 5 points of bashing damage from the fall)
What they had was a pool of blood with a strange plant in it. The blood had the same scent that made Alex want to hiss out loud and this time it wasn’t fading, his every instinct screamed for action to either fight or flee. This continued until he noticed a shadow of something at the bottom of the pool, it took a bit of tugging to pull it lose but soon in his hand Alex was holding a metal dagger. he recognized it as being nearly identical to a blade carried by Sela's mate. Roughly made about 4 inches long with a now broken wrist strap on one end.
Bruce was inspecting as well and when the dagger was pulled out his expirience in the freehold identified it as a cold iron blade, stories stated the touch of this raw ore had an acid like touch to the gentry and battle veterans from all courts had stories of spying one of the others going out of their way to even be away from its very presence. The weapons made from cold iron were very rare, pure ore was hard to find and difficult to work with. Bruce had heard the Summer King had a talent for making them but even he was only able to make two or three pieces a year. The darkling theorized it would only be a life or death situation for someone to abandon this tiny bit of security this far away from any known trod.
1. the reason we had such a long hiatus is because my laptop that had ALL my notes and scenarios on it crashed so it took a long time to re-write and recover it all.
2. a quick note on damage: There are three levels of damage, bashing, lethal, and agrivated. Your health boxes fill up as you take damage and when you fill up with one level then any further damage upgrades to the next level.
Bashing: this is blunt damage (at DM discression) if your boxes fill up with bashing damage i will start imposing penalties for your rolls but you char will still be walking out of the situation
Lethal: this is cutting, piercing etc. if your boxes fill up with lethal damage your character will fall unconscious until you get medical attention
Agrivated: This is things like acid, explosions, special weaknesses. if your boxes fill up with agrivated your dead without divine intervention on the part of the DM, you can make a new char if this happens but your previous char will die.
With those notes out of the way lets get on with the post!)
It was, so clear in fact he could see the bottom of the pool was a basin of quartz crystal carved in the surface was a swirling pattern that seemed to draw him in. He saw faces, heard people talking but it all came in a hazy blur that made his head ache but as he pulls back he has the oddest feeling he’s gained something.
(max takes one point of bashing damage, but gains a secret ability to be revealed in private chat)
Not carefully enough though. The sandy gravel that made up the ground of the path gave away under him after only a few steps, sending him falling to the bottom 15 feet down. As he lay there dazed on the ground he found himself staring into the face of a doll. a rag doll with really long red hair crowned with silvery silk moonflowers, wearing in a dress of layers of pastel and off-white gossamer fabrics. Its iridescent aqua eyes were made of beads carve like leaves and though Andrew knew it was just a doll he couldn’t shake the feeling it was watching him.
(Andrew takes 5 points of bashing damage from the fall)
What they had was a pool of blood with a strange plant in it. The blood had the same scent that made Alex want to hiss out loud and this time it wasn’t fading, his every instinct screamed for action to either fight or flee. This continued until he noticed a shadow of something at the bottom of the pool, it took a bit of tugging to pull it lose but soon in his hand Alex was holding a metal dagger. he recognized it as being nearly identical to a blade carried by Sela's mate. Roughly made about 4 inches long with a now broken wrist strap on one end.
Bruce was inspecting as well and when the dagger was pulled out his expirience in the freehold identified it as a cold iron blade, stories stated the touch of this raw ore had an acid like touch to the gentry and battle veterans from all courts had stories of spying one of the others going out of their way to even be away from its very presence. The weapons made from cold iron were very rare, pure ore was hard to find and difficult to work with. Bruce had heard the Summer King had a talent for making them but even he was only able to make two or three pieces a year. The darkling theorized it would only be a life or death situation for someone to abandon this tiny bit of security this far away from any known trod.
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